Ink flows through my veins
My words so lunatic nor stereos
Piercing the heart wide open
Revealing recent scenarios
A blessing, that's an omen
Ink flows through my hands
It's a dilemma, a swirling mind
Emotions vitally potent
Gazing at the twirling terra-kind
A persuit of delight, a portent
Stains of ink in my brains
Reserving current doubts
When I have nothing to say
Enlightening the soul of knots
Generating a legacy to stay...
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